I enter the patient’s room

Propaganda on the screen 
Refrain from rolling eyes
As I wipe his ass clean 
I feed him pills with pudding 
He tells me I’m a great lady
But asks who is watching my kids
Moms stayed home in 1980 
He nods at the television 
He’s happy for deportations 
Tariffs are only short time pain
Not a lapdog for corporations 
He wants to know my opinion 
On Israel and Palestine
I let him know I’m not a fan 
Of state-sponsored genocide 
He doesn’t want the doctor he has
But the mashed potatoes are delicious
“I bet she bombs in her free time”
Says her head covering is suspicious 
I stop the conversation there
And ask why ruin our rapport
“Your hospital stay is ending”
I’ll discharge his hate through the door
He laughs heartily and claims
“All the young ones soon will learn
That we cannot get ahead in life
Without working for what we earn”
I go to check my messages 
Pharmacy has a money problem 
“His Medicaid benefits were cancelled”
No donor paid to solve them
The patient’s family quiets down
As I deliver the expensive news
But at least we traded our global standing
To revoke a woman’s right to choose
Driving home I cannot deal
The world feels so upside down
I fly out to vacation tomorrow
But I feel safer on the ground
I calm my nerves with retail therapy
Collect my wares, all on sale – what luck!
My group chat dings and my heart drops 
“Well we have bombed Iran. Fuck.”

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